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The Last Beenu: Norokoh's Last
Link to recording: https://soundcloud.com/user-936463186/norokohs-last
A king holds a sceptre for it is his right
A warrior charges boldly for he is might
Yet the assassin holds his knife behind his back
Dipping in and out of shadows at one with the murky black
I value my friends for they alone understand
Tink and Norokoh forever it has been written and planned
When we die we will not be forgotten
Our deeds were specialties of what is vile and rotten
Watching others melt away from life
Their memories taken by the blade of our knife
If elves were meant to fly the Gods would have given us wings
Experience now tells me different things
No one is closer to a child than his mother
A child with two should need no other
Even if one should turn that child away
That child would surely have the other until the end of days
When we die are we forgotten?
What of those who were vile and rotten?
Should they just melt away from life?
Their memories taken by the reapers knife.
Once our blood runs dry or our skull lies broken
We are all equal what’s stripped from us mere token
For in death we are all the same my first, my last
A king, a kraken, the future, my past
Have I the right to make those choices
But no greater was the right of the one who killed my mum
Who was my friend… have I forgotten?
If this is true were he vile, were he rotten?
I have watched many now melt away from life
I stand alone now my memories tainted by this cursed knife
I am now a phantom of my former self
Stripped apart of what made me myself
A spectre that holds a bloodied sabre
Murder now will become my labour
For Blade or claw, life can be shred
I have a new life now. Norokoh is dead…